Ok, so I can't make any decent forum battles until the summer, due to lack of briks. Here's the next best thing.

You are a Minifig. A small but vicious lifeform bent on destruction and mayhem. You will not miss either of these, as right now you are being transported into the IMMORTAL WAR, the greatest and bloodiest conflict the galaxy has ever seen. But at the moment, you are sleeping peacefully. You try to remember a few important things about yourself.

newcowboy wrote:You Are Rom Shadower A male, and you work for the Scythian Empire. Did ya's forget?

That's right! You remember now! Your name is ROM SHADOWER, and you are a brave man of the Scythian Army.

You have awoken, and you are currently in your personal cabin on this ship. You are wearing your SCYTHIAN ARMY-ISSUE PAJAMAS. In this room are an EQUIPMENT LOCKER, a BED, and an old RECRUITMENT POSTER. There is also a door leading outside.

This is the Scythian fleet transporting you, and hundreds of other Scythian soldiers, into the Immortal War. More specifically, you are headed for... uh... okay, this one you really can't remember. Maybe KAISA VARG, your OFFICER, does. Wherever she might be.

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(Order time. And remember, you can give orders for - any - character.)

Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.

Better snort that crack stash before someone finds it. You wonder for a moment how you can snort without a nose, but soon your mind is cleared of all such annoying thoughts.

Now you feel ready for anything! You leave your cabin and head down to the DINING HALL to find your officer.

And there she is, waiting for breakfast along with one of your squadmates; MARTIN BALOUN.

Keldoclock wrote:Order for one of the ships: Self-destruct!

Meanwhile on another Scythian ship, you are this CAPTAIN, getting an intercom message.

SOLDIER: Captain, we've found some kind of strange green fluid down in Maintenance. We're pretty sure it's just old vomit, but it's got some of the troops pretty spooked - one of them even insists it's the tracks of an Awful Green Thing...CAPTAIN: Awful Green Thing?!?

*click*

You don't become a captain of the Scythian navy if you are unable to make quick decisions.

Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.